We were once inseparable, two souls bound by laughter and tears.
Our friendship was a place where we could be ourselves without fear of judgment.
But life had other plans, and our relationship became strained.
The memories of our good times haunted me, taunting me with what we had lost.
I couldn't bear the thought of living without her by my side. And so, I made a plea, a desperate attempt to end my suffering.
"Thank you for doing something I couldn't," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
"I told you I'd always take a bullet for you, but I didn't expect it to come from you."
In her eyes, I saw a flicker of hesitation,
But the voices in her head were louder, urging her to pull the trigger.
"She caused you pain," they hissed. "She deserves to suffer."
And with that, our fate was sealed. The gun went off, and our world came crashing down.
In the end, it was not the bullet that killed me, but the weight of our broken friendship.
As I lay there, my life slipping away, I realized that our bond was both our greatest strength and our ultimate weakness.
And she, was left alone,
Haunted by the memories of what we had shared, and the devastating choice she had made.
